The day you caught the train
The net curtains float lace patterns
projected on magnolia, †
thin sunlight warms our bed covers, †
white cotton wrapped as loin cloth, † †
tight against smooth skin. † †
The mornings bore runs busy in the street, † †
scaling walls to chatter at our window. † †
Your shape slides beneath my hand, †
warmth cools as I sigh deeper
and you check the alarm clock.
I save another wasted frame, †
a rotting petal pressed between memories. † †
The bartender wants my glass, † †
no final drop to sip from you, † †
Your tongue has tripped, the lies let slip.
This day you will leave, and me; † †
packing for the journey I can't take. †
A could never be, lovers embrace †
belies the two who's eyes are fake, †
something we buried in this place.